Clocking in and checking docs,
the paperwork is spilling
from that overstuffed tray
forming some small mountain
of complaints at the base,
and do I look like the kind
of guy who will scale that?
No, this is the quiet period
where I am my own boss,
I make the decisions here
and choose what to section time
towards.
The empty call of the evening
rings in my ears,
my feet are up and this chair
is my cradle, I am king,
I lord over this warehouse
of riches meant for day people.
They live their schedules
among the sun while
I and my brethren blossom
under cover of moon,
ensuring it continues
as they dream.